With each word he read
her pretense
slipped further down
unbuttoning
one at a time
each quiet fear
disrobing slowly
the modesty
shyly hiding
under flowing fabrics
brushing her skin
undressing gently
inhibitions her conscience
strived to keep covered
baring
at last
the sensuous center
of the woman
born anew
©MidwestFantasy
06/13/2017
Ph|Markus Jans
